Slow Motion Poem by Stefano Francavilla

Slow Motion



Eyes wide open,
movement seems to be
unknow to everything,
in a surreal atmosphere;

Frenetic cyrcle..
..and now you beg for calm!

Madness won´t help
nor support to escape
from what you fear the most.
Yourself.

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